G1 Devcon
*opens the doors and lets some light into the shady bar*
Right...
The Rules of The Etablishment are: No fighting, No groping, No touching the booze.
Drinks are on The House until the bar gets a name; suggestions are rewarded with _two_ Liquid Death.
Don't forget to tip our lovely waitress, Fireflight!
The menu is under construction... well
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*waves from corner where he's napping*
i nominate "The Singularity" *promptly falls back into recharge*
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*frowns*
...er, you I can't have drunk. But, then you are not on duty.
*pics the monstrosity called Liquid Death and sets a couple of cubes infront of Fireflight*
...but, you need nurishment. And a medic.
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*snorts*
Well, what do you expect? We found the bar in this state, so... *shrugs while he's searching for those damn "rust sticks"*
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*laughs*
...not quite, you. This is a pet-project of mine, see. And, credits? Well, would I be _giving_ you the stuff if I was short on those?
*snarky Dev is snarky*
Aha! Found you! *starts to prepare Fireflights breakfast*
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*stops and scowls and then turns to the other side of the bar, as far from 'Cade as possible.*
Hi Devcon! *pointedly ignores the Decepticon* what's wrong with... the waitress?
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*stops in the middle of his tracks and turns to 'Bee, gives him a delighted grin*
He had the night shift, and he is allowed to squat here whenever he wishes too. Only problem is his hand... *looks concerned and goes to the comfy booth where Fireflight is resting* *nudges*
Come on, flybot, wake up.
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*grumbles and swipes half-heartedly at devcon with his damaged hand* five more clicks 'bolt. *mumbles and shifts his arms over his head*
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Anyway about our yesterday discussion...*clears hi vents* about music. What music you have in mind, we wer rather brutally interu pted *feels his faceplates heat at the thought of Blurr*
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Jetstorm: The Skidplate! Oh wait, that is your name, brother! *guffaws*
Jetfire: ... can we just have some mid-grade please sir. =3=
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Welcome in our unnamed Bar
*smiles* If you need anything, just call me, I'm Bumblebee.
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Jetfire: *thwaps his brother on the head* Hello Bumblebee, you are taller than our Bumblebee.
Jetsorm: And better looking, too. *snicker*
Jetfire: *snort* And thank you, we will call for more if we want. :)
OOC: I need more Jettwins avatars hurm.
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And thanks, I think. You aint bad looking either.
*smiles, his optics brightening*
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*Skulks in eventually. After last night's nasty shock he's spent much of the night flying around almost aimlessly, trying to find a way out of this place, but to no avail. He hasn't recharged, and as such looks like slag.*
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Can I fix you with something, you look like you could use a drink.
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*slumps onto one of the bar stools, leaning his elbow on the counter and his chin in his hand. He casts his optics 'round the bar, noting Slipstream, frowning when he sees both Devcon and the jet twins*
Yeah, a drink sounds good. Ordinary high-grade.
*doesn't want anything too strong today, in case he ends up letting his guard down again*
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I'm trying to avoid highgrade too.
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